Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
Extremity is the trier of spirits.
The best is yet to come.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.